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WHEN Q RETURNED TO find Min Ho struggling to climb out of the river, and Ah-ri with her hands on her stomach and gasping with laughter, he wasn't impressed.
"You had one job." he placed his hands on his hips, looking at the two of them disapprovingly, like a mother telling off her children. "Not to kill each other."
Ah-ri couldn't hold back her giggles at the sight of Min Ho trying to pull himself out of the water again and failing. "He looks alive. Pathetic, but alive."
He shot her a cold look, and stuck out a hand, "Help me out."
"What so you can pull me in?" Ah-ri raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest. "Yeah, not happening."
Min Ho finally succeeded in dragging himself out of the river, and he pulled himself up to a standing position. He shook himself off, and Ah-ri was sure he was doing it on purpose, standing close to her so that the water droplets landed on her. She let out a sound of protest.
Q meanwhile was furious, and he didn't hesitate to chastise them. "Do you know how much trouble I'm going to get into because of this? The amount of paperwork involved?"
"She pushed me." Min Ho glared at her.
"You told me to!"
"I didn't think you would actually do it! You psycho bitch."
"It was no bother. I'd pay good money to push you in again."
"Do not push him in again." Q warned her, rubbing his forehead tiredly and let out a sigh. "I'm going pretend this didn't happen. And I'm kicking you both out of the outdoors club."
"Gladly."
"Thank the lord."
Q rolled his eyes at their responses, and turned around, marching back round the curved path towards the rest of the hiking group, leaving the two of them alone again.
Min Ho was soaked to the bone, the water form the river had made his hair lie flat against his forehead, and his clothes drenched through. He peeled the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders and flung it aside. He clamped a hand down on his collarbone, wincing slightly. It occurred in the back of Ah-ri's mind that she should've had some sense of shame and look away, but she didn't, not even at the sight of his t-shirt that was effectively see-through and stuck to him like a second skin, and nor when he wrung the water out of the bottom of his t-shirt, flashing her a peek of his abdomen.
